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UNJUSTICE
A Sydney Sullivan Story
“Although inspired in part by a true incident, the following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event.” Photos throughout the fiction are to assist with your own imagination.

Ole signaled Erik to come over to the Shappell. “Say nothing Howard, but let’s ride over and see what the judges want.” Erik and Howard climbed on their snow mobiles and rode over to the judges’ camp.

“We’re about ready to call it a day,” Ole smiled. “How about we go back to the Lodge for some dinner and you two join us for some cards about 9 pm?”

Erik knew he was up for it just in case there was any more foreclosure conversation. Erik looked at Howard who grinned, because he loved poker. “Yeah, we’re up for it – think you can afford us?” Erik boasted.

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John G. hesitated with a guilt-ridden stammer, “Louis Harding.” ‘Oh my God’ Ole thought, ‘there but for the grace of God go I.’

“You don’t mean “Saint” Louis Harding, do you?” questioned Carl. John G. raised his eyes, looked upward and nodded.

“I worked with him in the Public Defender’s office. His nick name was “Saint Louis” because he was so pure… so honorable, I mean he should have been appointed to a US District Court judge position. Is this really necessary, I mean, isn’t there another way?” Ole asked. “We’re elected, not appointed – if this gets out we could get creamed in an election.”

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